Read by Abdullah "Bigg Wash" Washington
Reads the sign
Much too fast approaching.
Unforgiving metal moans.
The smashing is you.
Thoughts shattering like a glass ceiling to God.
We never have the time to read
Until life flashes before us
Choruses of “should’ a, could’ a, would’ a”.
The pleading begins:
“If you spare me, I’ll do it right.
I’ll not drink another single drop.
I’ll stop chasing all the wrong people.
You alone know my heart, Lord’.
But who are we?
The Voice only resounds:
If you loved me,
Why did you not read my book?